What Is Love Poem by S Ovwata Onojieruo

Straying between time and space
the fleeting memories of bygone years
uphold the inner feeling of resentment and relentment
chases the ulterior and upholder of modesty

now what is love-i ask
love is a sweet juice which in pressing is difficult
but in fulness men taste and are filled.
Love is December mixed with April
denial embodied in patience,
of which personality expulsion is chief

now what is love-the master speaks
love is the fire that kindles the heart
it is the mind's plainness of thought
it is the wiseness of our thoughts
the manliness in defending ourselves and others
the forgetfulness of our hurt
and the childisness in face of wrong

The stylish representation,
which is this heart
embedded in the crushed particle of the same
love is sincerity
love is commitment, love is an activity
it is an action and not an art